I have two very small and vivacious granddaughters who live next door.

That, however, is a mis-statement. Their parents live next door, the grand children seem to prefer my living room. Proof of this can be found on the floor (132 crayons) and on a fantastic round brass cocktail table I purchased many, many years ago. It boasts approximately 34 large refrigerator magnets which, using their own intrinsic power, flew from the kitchen to this cherished and somewhat valuable piece of furniture.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, they do not stick to brass.

So, what if I do raise my voice to ask, “Who is watching the kids?” And what if I do smile when the eldest (3 years old) can’t find her shoes?

Yet in the evening when they are normally home and perhaps sleeping, I sometime regret my grouchiness. Not often, understand, but sometimes.

Tonight while watching one of my favorite television programs, the phone rang and it was my next door daughter-in-law, mother of the two beautiful and destructive vixens.

She asked me if any of us had seen/found any pacifiers around the house today. It appeared that the daughters of my son had lost these valuable tools—somewhere. I asked everyone in this house and the response was negative. No pacifiers. Not anywhere.

So, feeling somewhat remorseful for my constant complaining, I jumped in my car and quickly drove to the nearest CVS and purchased a pack of two pacifiers. I sped home, rushed to the front door of my son’s home, pushed it open to find son, wife, and one year old Jill nestled on a couch.

I pitched the package into the room and made some comment . . . I think it was, “’Hope this fits the mouth!”

The reward for this good deed occurred at the drug store. The charming check-out gal scanned the pacifiers, said “$5.29” and I gave her a $10 bill. As she was handing me the change, she looked at me—an old guy creeping up on 80 years buying pacifiers. She carefully gazed, and remarked with a sly grin: “Hmmm. Proof that you are never too old.”

I thanked her and left. Smiling from ear to ear.

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